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paradisa2013-09-26 10:47 pm
delincuente) wrote in paradisa2013-09-26 10:47 pm
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thirty-six detention slips
[Being cooped up in the library with the rest of the castle is really not Alex's style, but she's no dunce. There's a vast difference between people getting killed on some distant spaceship, and people getting killed right here in the castle. She's scared - terrified, even, though she'd never met either of the victims. Safety in numbers, she wants to believe, but those same numbers are driving her absolutely crazy for some alone time. She takes the opportunity come evening, slipping out of the library with her wand and her journal to make a kitchen run.
It's just after sundown when she quickly makes her way back up, stopping briefly by her room on the way to the library. It's there, on the second floor, that she scribbles out a message in loopy, purple handwriting, her high heels clicking audibly through the journal.]
At times like these, it would be super great if we all just had cell phones or something. Communicators or something, like in movies. I mean, we have TV and stuff like that here. But we still all talk by book? Really freaking inconvenient when you want to walk and talk at th-
[It cuts off there, cleanly and abruptly. Not only the words, but the clicking of the heels and scratch of the pen and the smacking of gum. Just an intake of breath, and a soft thump and scrape as the journal falls to the floor and is kicked back down the hall.
No one picks it up, and less than a minute later, no one is left to.
It's no less brutal than the first two, and performed in the same, eerily precise manner. The Gentlemen, with a scalpal, in the darkest end of the second floor hallway. Not a scream, not a sound. And a girl with a heart bigger than she ever lets on, left without it on the floor.
Deepest condolences to whomever may find her.]
It's just after sundown when she quickly makes her way back up, stopping briefly by her room on the way to the library. It's there, on the second floor, that she scribbles out a message in loopy, purple handwriting, her high heels clicking audibly through the journal.]
At times like these, it would be super great if we all just had cell phones or something. Communicators or something, like in movies. I mean, we have TV and stuff like that here. But we still all talk by book? Really freaking inconvenient when you want to walk and talk at th-
[It cuts off there, cleanly and abruptly. Not only the words, but the clicking of the heels and scratch of the pen and the smacking of gum. Just an intake of breath, and a soft thump and scrape as the journal falls to the floor and is kicked back down the hall.
No one picks it up, and less than a minute later, no one is left to.
It's no less brutal than the first two, and performed in the same, eerily precise manner. The Gentlemen, with a scalpal, in the darkest end of the second floor hallway. Not a scream, not a sound. And a girl with a heart bigger than she ever lets on, left without it on the floor.
Deepest condolences to whomever may find her.]
Action: Library
Someone has to go find her.
Re: Action: Library
Where?
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She was goi[that takes too long to write out. he reconsiders]Between here and the kitchen.
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[Tucker nods, then writes.] I'll be back.
[then he clunks off into the hallway, as fast as his armor can take him. He's got to believe he won't find a dead girl but - hell - their luck hasn't been so good so far.]
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[Before it was too late.]
[Library Action]
... Anyone around might notice Rise starting to panic the more time goes by. But she's not writing anything in the journal. Just... watching. Waiting for words that'll never come.]
[Library Action]
Flitting over, she places a tiny hand on Rise's arm. What's wrong?]
[Library Action]
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